Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Tajikistan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Todd Terry to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Moss Icon,
Todd Terry,
Nils Olav,
Marshall Jefferson,
DJ Style,
Camberwell Now,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Josef K,
Television,
Rekid,
K-Klass,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jawbox,
Supertramp,
Delon & Dalcan,
Guru Guru,
Brand Nubian,
Japan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Depeche Mode,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eve St. Jones,
A Certain Ratio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Anthony Braxton,
The Searchers,
The Star Department,
Rotary Connection,
Lindisfarne,
Saccharine Trust,
Spandau Ballet,
Judy Mowatt,
JFA,
Quantec,
Charles Mingus,
KRS-One,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fugazi,
Amon Düül II,
Reuben Wilson,
The Beau Brummels,
Derrick May,
David Axelrod,
Eden Ahbez,
Graham Central Station,
Minny Pops,
The Stooges,
Model 500,
Tres Demented,
Popol Vuh,
Con Funk Shun,
MC5,
Accadde A,
Barbara Tucker,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gerry Rafferty,
Monolake,
Stetsasonic,
Sun Ra,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.